Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Wanna Work

I knew what i wanted to pursue as a kid.
Finishing yr 12 the world bigger than it ever did before,
Its in my forhead.
I wasnt ready to be sent off on walk, yeah.
Out on the doorstep, as as a war vet,
fed every single page of the employment section.
Only my rap, and i dont mean rap like the back of a
doin ya burgers, nah.
And i dont mean rap Iraqi women under their burquas.
No in life,
Was only good at sport and drinking boonie on a flight
from uk, new day, new dollar.
Refuse to follow other blue collar.
Just wanted to the mould.
Like all hands on to reach my goal, ha ha.
But the key hole was filled gum.
I was to for the kid with the silver tongue.
I had to run for a day
But in order to do spun shit on my resumè.
Was the inventor of lemonade,
Taught at jenny craig and yoda how to levatate.
And it still generate shit,
Unemployed and already ready to quit.

I dont work,
I dont wanna for a jerk, shirt, suit, tie.
I dont work,
I dont wanna work for the of my life, woah.
I wanna work,
I dont wanna for a jerk, shirt, suit, tie.
I dont work,
I dont wanna for the rest of my life.

5 minutes late and theyre on my back,
Trying to give me the axe a lumberjack.
Youre lucky that im in, knocking up a sweater.
Cause if im paid the minimum the minum getting. Too right.
In bed never for my alarm. Ahh shit.
im not a farmer.
Its too early, hit about thirty times
Before i get up, its like the dead up.
Need a chin up, im fed up a broker.
Feel im on the wrong track like a go-kart in 1,
You can call it a hunch but i dont ill last here more than a month.
Hey that?
Lunch is the quickest of the day
And that half an hour isnt even of my pay.
I a heart to follow the cake, i need to break free.
Im a slave to the wage week.

I wanna work,
I wanna work for a jerk, shirt, suit, tie.
I dont work,
I dont work for the rest of my life, woah.
I wanna work,
I wanna work for a jerk, shirt, suit, tie.
I dont work,
I dont wanna for the rest of my life.

Thinking like a man with his cut backs.
Youd think hes edward sissorhands and hed
The heart, the soul, replace it the dark, the cold
And the parts that hold him together.
Never better for the girls that get foot in, ladies.
Its not what you put more you put out.
And if youre good at job its an extra,
sells better than sex does.
No tea break, you cheapskate,
No paid holidays or sickleave or off. What?
If you them youre laid off.
being a slave to adolf
I wanna work.

We work, we earn, we die.
Its 9 till 5.
We while watching the clock,
We till our hearts will stop. Woahh
We work, we earn, we die.
Its slaving 9 5.
We work while the clock,
We work our hearts will stop.

I dont work.